Oh, I couldn`t distinguish lesson of France from the English lesson. It was so funny. The dence mixture of smell of subway discover my fear. Today I know English really good, but what is about Hindi? I am coming alone to India. The desire to dipped my toes into their culture of happiness make me inspired.
Why am I need happiness? I am a typical SMM-specialist of well-known company. Ok, some magazines gave me award and I am the best marketologist in Bulgaria now. It is really hard to be the best. When I did my work earlier I felt a smell of roses. My father always bought some roses for my mom, when his novel had published. The smell of roses disappeared from my life two month ago. Now when I work I feel smell of mustiness, mold or even corpse. It is scared.
All I have are 100 dollars, a bag with the most useful things and 5 month of freedom. My wife think that I am kidding. May be she is right.
Six month later I have no bag, it was stolen somewhere in Rishikesh, no wife, she decides to divorce with me and I have no illusions. All I have are one-way ticket from Bombey to Kiev and sense of life that I have found. I come to the registration and hear that pure Frenchwoman with eyes full of tears ask a cheap ticket to the Ukraine, her son came into a coma there. The administrator says that she cannot help, but I can do it.
"-Je vais vous donner un billet." - my passable accent shames me, but the woman doesn`t notice it because she hugs me. The Frenchwoman smells of roses. In an hour she will happily fly into Sophia with my ticket, but what about me? I am free. I am happy. I am alive.
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